Calliope bent their head to the side, glancing curiously. “Are you not happy with out it is turning out? Do you need to do a study?” Then nodded. Of course there wasn’t one. And why would there be a theatre in a place like that. Chéri puffed a smile “Or maybe those who are so eager to go to the theatre should go somewhere else.” Theorised Chéri.

Chéri looked at him in amazement and said “Really? Yesterday you were so eager to paint me and today you are willing to give up light hours to make me dance?” Chéri bent their heads on the side and stared. Then shook their head “In any case, I need to warm up, I can’t just start dancing like that, I’ll get injured.” If he wasn’t already. Calliope had hidden the dark spot on their body with great care.